THREE YEARS in Switzerland. Technically the anniversary was in late January, but it took me a while to gather my thoughts and wrap my head around this. To be honest, I don’t have an exact date on which I celebrate because moving was a process – should I mark the first day I came here? The day I moved into the apartment? Or when I got my resident permit? Or maybe it’s the day of the flight from Helsinki to Zurich, when I closed the door for the last time on my beloved studio in my Northern home and flew two monster suitcases to Zurich, with a layover in Frankfurt and a flight so bumpy, so terrible, so emotional from FRA to ZRH that I became a scared flyer for the next two years, but Zurich officially became my only home? Since I don’t have an exact date, I go by my feelings and it now FEELS as what I think three years feels like. If you’re curious for what Year One felt like,...
